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...Paul Ely was counseling "a political settlement," meaning that Diem should come to terms with the warlords and hoodlums, and take them into his nationalist government. Ely insisted that the Binh Xuyen could not be smashed without civil war. "Your attitude is helping them to survive when I could crush them," replied Ngo Dinh Diem. U.S. Presidential Envoy J. Lawton Collins, a former U.S. Army chief of staff in mufti, echoed Ely's plea for conciliation. "Nothing can be done with the Binh Xuyen controlling the police," replied Diem. "Have you ever seen a Premier who did not control...
...stormy night he lures Pete out, torpedoes Pete's tincan and his sucker-bait freighter, and to make vengeance dead sure, rams and sinks all lifeboats. Even when the yarn runs right away with him, Author Beach keeps jamming in the authentic details, the tingling stress, the sweaty crush, of the submariners' war. This is he-man's, seaman's, reading, with only a dash of home-base romance...
...bamboo canes, and where he had to bust a few heads himself before he taught the other inmates who was boss of the yard. He had his own mob of hoodlums, snarling youngsters who hated the sight of uniformed cops, who could spot a plainclothes dick in a subway crush, who knew how to steal "anything begun with an A. A piece of fruit. A watch. A pair of shoes. A bicycle. Anything...
...Jack Cole. All the dances, in fact, have just the right sort of scratchpad casualness, and in a couple of them Marge and Gower Champion actually manage to make precision footwork look like Saturday night luck. The songs (Someone to Watch Over Me, I've Got a Crush on You, How Come You Do Me Like You Do?) have been heard before, but they are not too hard to hear again. Betty Grable is still a fairly potent whiff of H202, and Jack Lemmon, who showed in It Should Happen to You and Phffft! that he is an expert...
...joined by a rush of some 1,000 specially invited guests who crammed themselves into the train in the best Times Square rush-hour tradition, while attendants in bright red garrison caps watched in helpless bewilderment. At least one distinguished rider had his coat buttons pulled off in the crush, but a fine time was had by all. and at the end of the ride one exuberant straphanger showed his pleasure by doing an impromptu acrobatic act on the bars provided for standees...